Misery: my feet step out of the flames of war

钉！
The last hammer hit hard.

It's sizzling!

The hot iron was dropped into the cold water and a thick white smoke came out.

When the smoke cleared, the brand new Minghong Sword appeared in front of Le Xunyuan, its red-gold shape as hot as a flame.

Ling Jueding, who looked even paler, walked over, picked up the knife and looked at it carefully.

During this period, Le Xunyuan used the secret techniques recorded in the "Sacred Scripture of the Demonic Buddha" to heal Ling Jueding's injuries. The situation had improved, but as the Kanli Qi was poured into the blade, Ling Jueding's life force was depleted again. After a few minutes, his body became weaker and weaker.

Fortunately, the knife has been cast.

"Senior, Master's Death Sky Slashing Star Technique can break through realms and cross boundaries, but it must be destroyed with demonic energy. Now Xunyuan uses dragon energy to replace the demonic energy, and then supplements it with Kanli's twin qi, perhaps Master's ultimate ability can be unleashed. trick."

Ling Jueding sighed: "God's will! God's will! You kid doesn't know the art of swordsmanship, let alone casting skills, but you can learn my casting method and pour the Kan and Li Qi into the blade. This move also opened my eyes. ."

"It's God's will that we meet our seniors when we are looking far away. We are ready to come!"

Le Xunyuan took Minghong, shouted loudly, his energy sank in his dantian, and then he rose into the sky. The awe-inspiring sword energy pulled out a red brilliance in the sky, across the world, cutting straight into the four seas and wastelands.

Boom!

The surrounding iron walls were all broken into pieces, and the random iron burst into the air. Le Xunyuan turned around and grabbed Ling Jueding, turning light and leaving the prison of creation's heart.

In front of us are still mountains and peaks.

Le Xun Yuan looked around blankly, but everything was unfamiliar.

"Ahem! This is Palm Sword Peak, which is thousands of miles away from Sword Cottage where I am."

"The place where my senior planted the famous god was the Sword Prison Moat that trapped Chang Ri Kun Liao. I wonder if my senior can find it?"

Ling Jueding shook his head and said: "My martial arts body is damaged, and now it is difficult to sense the breath of the famous god."

The place where he and Changri Kunlu fought was a wasteland. The terrain had changed over hundreds of years, and the traces of that time had long been obliterated.

"Jian Chan seeks the heart to practice in the Mahayana Lingyun Temple in the Western Buddhist Kingdom. Why don't we go west and find the Mahayana Lingyun Temple."

"So doable."

A monk can run away but cannot run away from the temple. It is not easy to find people. He must be right to find the temple. Le Xunyuan carries Ling Jueding on his back and heads west quickly.

Far away from the top of the mountain.

The last time I saw Changri Kunxuan was the first to arrive at the Mahayana Lingyun Temple, he had a conversation with the self-proclaimed ascetic Jian Chan Mi Xin across the door, and then learned the way of the sword.

Three days later, the young monk Dongyu came out of breath to report the news.

Soon after, Luo Hou entered the gate of Mahayana Lingyun Temple.

Hundreds of miles away, Le Xunyuan was gradually approaching with Ling Jueding on his back. Obviously, their destination was also this mysterious Buddhist temple.

"How interesting! City Lord, will they meet at Mahayana Lingyun Temple?"

"Yes and no."

"What do you mean?"

"Same place, not necessarily the same people."

"Tch! The same person may not be in the same place."

"The best time, Nushi nodded, you finally understood a hint of the law of time."

"City Lord, I'll just say it casually."

“What you say follows the law.”

At this time, in the Mahayana Lingyun Temple, two huge forces suddenly clashed. The situation suddenly changed, the sky and the earth turned pale, and the invisible sword energy tore through the void, causing cracks in the surrounding air.

Although the deputy abbot had a strong foundation, he almost lost his heart and soul in the collision of these two forces. He quickly used the Buddhist Heart-Cleaning Mantra, and then pulled Dong Yu to retreat into the main hall. Changri Kunqi looked arrogant, holding the chopping cliff tightly and pointing at Luohou from a distance.

"Since we can no longer fight with ghosts, then you are the target of my sword certification, so use the sword."

"is it?"

Luo Hou casually replied that he was more worried about Le Xunyuan's safety. Since Le Xunyuan replaced Ye Xiaochai and broke the seal of the famous god, he should have returned to the past to become Ling Jueding's apprentice.

As for the pure swordsman Changri Kunqiu, Luo Hou had neither good feelings nor bad feelings, let alone Ling Jueding's desire to save him.

In the world, there are heroes who act chivalrously, loners who travel alone, hermits who are not stained by the world of mortals, and demons who bully the weak. They all have their own hands and act according to their own wishes. Who can blame whom? .

Unlike Cui Luohan, Ji Xia Zang, Juan Shou Tian and other pillars of the righteous path, from beginning to end, Changri Kunqi's kendo is always winning, reaching the pinnacle of kendo with one victory after another.

In the process of fighting the world with swords, rivers of blood flowed and corpses were piled high.

Should such a person deserve death?
Damn it, as long as the strength is superior to him, killing him will be very satisfying, but the only person in the world who can defeat him is Ling Jueding, and Ling Jueding doesn't want to kill him, he just wants to save him.

Changri Kunchen lacked a real battle, a battle to kill him, and now the opportunity came.

The wind and clouds were moving wildly, the sword was chilling, Luo Hou's body remained motionless, but the earth-shattering aura surrounded him and poured out thousands of miles.

"Wujun is famous all over the world. I hope you won't disappoint me."

"I've heard that Cailian lost one of the three realms, and Luo Hou was lucky enough to lead the move."

Sadness is like losing, love will never return, I have learned about sadness, I have learned about Xueyi, I have learned about sadness, and finally they all killed themselves.

The real high state is loss, giving up for gain. After a long time, I was born with a sword. Only when I gave up everything for the sword can I reach the limit of the sword.

The biggest difference from other swordsmen is that Kaitianruoshu's soul attack can knock out the opponent's soul.

With this move, it will be the best weapon for the righteous way to deal with evil spirits in foreign lands. It is a pity that the sword sect does not have such a high ideological awareness.

Swish!
While pondering, the aura hovering above the Mahayana Lingyun Temple condensed into a sword, piercing the air and coming with murderous intent.

There is only one sword in the world.

Luo Hou clenched his palm into a fist and smashed it against the sword's edge. Immediately, a golden gas cloud visible to the naked eye held Zhan Ya.

The sword can break through all things, but it cannot break through this cloud of energy. Instead, the sword light sinks inch by inch, becomes dim, and disintegrates.

"drink!"

The character of Jian Zong is that he doesn't know how to defend when attacking, and he doesn't know how to retreat when advancing. In this life, he can only attack, but not defend or retreat.

Seeing that cutting the cliff was in vain, he drank deeply, and the famous god appeared again. The two swords merged, lightning and thunder thundered. In an instant, the entire void was turbulent, and electric current shot out in all directions.

Boom!

Invisible momentum collided, thunder roared from the sky, and the ground sank three feet. Amid the violent shock, Dong Yu held her head and screamed to avoid it.

"Deputy Abbot, the Main Hall is going to collapse!"

Suddenly, a soft sword energy emerged from the side room where Jian Chan Mi Xin was meditating. It merged with the Buddhist power of the deputy abbot to protect the Mahayana Lingyun Temple.

"The Jiantianruoluo used by Jianzong did not disappoint me."

Luo Hou retracted his fist, and the golden light on his right arm became even more brilliant, then turned into a male palm and struck it out heavily.

When fighting in the temple, one must give face to the Buddha, so Luohou used the Buddha's Yuan to fight. In an instant, the sky was filled with golden flowers like rain, and the sound of Sanskrit was like a loud bell, filling the sky.

"Wu Jun is worthy of being a Wu Jun, I feel so sad!"

Changri Kunqiu had always been indifferent, but his expression at this moment showed full fighting spirit and belief in victory. The feeling he had when he faced Ling Jueding resurfaced again.

Now that Ling Jueding's life and death are uncertain, he has been improving his swordsmanship for a long time. He thought that no one in the world would be able to match him, but he didn't expect that there would be another Luo Hou in the world. (End of chapter)